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re_alignment2012-11-02 01:19 pm
winged_knight) wrote in re_alignment2012-11-02 01:19 pm
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[Video] [Transmitting from: Haven's Hub]
[The camera comes on and there’s a beat of hesitation. Drift is not known for leadership skills. But he’s trying. Because Ultra Magnus’s chiding last time had stung. He hadn’t stepped up. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. He glances over at Wing, as though waiting a cue and receiving a minuscule nod.]
So, we have some new arrivals. Who arrived just like we did, apparently: in the Junk Pile, with no one to meet them and help them.
Their immediate need is for safety and food and lodging. They’re our responsibility. They’re ours, in many cases. We need to come together to help them.
[He steps back, looking a bit worriedly at Wing. For all Wing's weary appearance--pale optics, limp pinions and audial flares that look woefully crumpled--he still gives a reassuring smile and steps forward.]
We'd like to invite these new arrivals to Haven's Hub. Much of it is still being built, but there's a bar that's almost finished where you can find sustenance and a place to rest in safety until we figure out something better.
To find it from the Junk Pile, point yourself towards the light coming from the mountain to the south--that's Prima's Temple. You can find the Hub on the outskirts of the Junk Pile on your way there.
We're all refugees here so it's nothing fancy, but it's fuel, food and shelter if you want it.
[Wing smiles more brightly this time, returning to Drift's side.]
Know that you're welcome.
Locked to Swerve
Swerve, are you still interested in manning the bar for us? I could use your help if you're so inclined? Ah, ASAP if possible?
[He really looks like he needs a nap. And probably should not be pouring alcohol.]
So, we have some new arrivals. Who arrived just like we did, apparently: in the Junk Pile, with no one to meet them and help them.
Their immediate need is for safety and food and lodging. They’re our responsibility. They’re ours, in many cases. We need to come together to help them.
[He steps back, looking a bit worriedly at Wing. For all Wing's weary appearance--pale optics, limp pinions and audial flares that look woefully crumpled--he still gives a reassuring smile and steps forward.]
We'd like to invite these new arrivals to Haven's Hub. Much of it is still being built, but there's a bar that's almost finished where you can find sustenance and a place to rest in safety until we figure out something better.
To find it from the Junk Pile, point yourself towards the light coming from the mountain to the south--that's Prima's Temple. You can find the Hub on the outskirts of the Junk Pile on your way there.
We're all refugees here so it's nothing fancy, but it's fuel, food and shelter if you want it.
[Wing smiles more brightly this time, returning to Drift's side.]
Know that you're welcome.
Locked to Swerve
Swerve, are you still interested in manning the bar for us? I could use your help if you're so inclined? Ah, ASAP if possible?
[He really looks like he needs a nap. And probably should not be pouring alcohol.]
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...I'm sorry, for what I said before. I shouldn't have taken everything out on you.
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[He smiles ruefully.] I...thank you. You were in a rough spot, I can't fault you for it really. I was not exactly at my best either. For that I apologize.
I hope things have improved?
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You were just trying to help. I... have a lot on my mind.
Eh. No more buzzing in my head, and Boss is safe. I'll deal.
You mind if... I have something else to add?
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I can't imagine how much Gunmax. [He sounds sympathetic]
It's the best we can manage sometimes right? Survive until things get better.
Sure. I always have a willing audio.
PRIVATE;
...Yeah.
I took out how I was feeling on you, and it was wrong. Because... look, there's a small part of me that's jealous. I--
Deckerd was my partner. But I wanted. What I wanted with him, I. [How can he say this?] I wanted to be closer to him, more than for work or for friendship. Now I can't ever do that. It's not your fault, I'm just envious. I had no right, what I said.
PRIVATE;
[He's quiet as he listens, intent and sympathetic as he starts to understand.]
Gunmax...
I...
[He sighs, his voice going quiet because the level of tragedy in this is staggering.]
'I'm sorry' is not even adequate really. You cared about him a great deal. And never got to explore what it could have been...
Sometimes it's hard to see other people happy when all you have is pain in that same space. [He frowns sympathetically.] ...I understand.